awfully_quiet

I R U S U (n) pretending to be out when someone knocks on your door

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  • awfully_quiet 4d

    Over time, a piece of your heart becomes a soft spot.
    Not a weakness, but something that keeps you grounded.
    A piece of your heart that lays bare to your soul
    No secrets
    Nothing unseen..

    And you wonder how you ever found it in a place that can be mean, shallow.
    And you wonder if you are lucky enough to have it to hold.
    A companion or just a blessing meant to let go.


    ©awfully_quiet

  • awfully_quiet 4d

    Being told to stay at one place
    In case the hand of the other slips
    And you get lost.
    So they can come back to find you.
    But staying at one place doesn't help.
    What if you're both lost?
    What if the place is equally strange to both?
    Sometimes there is relief when the other leaves.
    The refreshing air, strangers everywhere.
    Talk one up and now you've got another hand to hold.
    Or just be alone.
    Easy as it can be, sometimes it isn't like that at all.
    It's not an option, no choices offered.
    You panic.
    You know it's a sick joke.
    You laugh and then you cry because what else can you do.
    Sometimes..you have no clue.
    No idea.
    No signs.
    So after you're done looking around for them,
    You run..to a place where you both know.
    To a dream that you both own.
    And it looks so wild..
    Crazy..
    But they don't know the hand you were holding..
    And they'll never know how he held yours..


    ©awfully_quiet

  • awfully_quiet 1w

    What else can I say, my love, to you?
    I'm trying to build up everyday
    Everyday I fall.
    As I see you turn hopeless,
    I see you become small.
    I want to say it all to you.
    Even if it weighs nothing at all.
    I love you so much.
    Even when I'm not strong at all.
    We are powerless, I agree.
    We are helpless, I see.
    But there's nothing better than a life with you.
    Put me through fire
    Put me through the storm and the rain.
    I won't flinch if asked again,
    I won't flinch because it has always been true.
    I love you and with whatever is left of me
    And with whatever I can create
    I want to build the best of this life with you.
    The rest of my life with you.

    ©awfully_quiet

  • awfully_quiet 1w

    Everything in my head needs rest.
    The night is here so violently.
    And there's nothing else than your warm breath
    And to clutch your shirt as tightly as sleep would allow..
    My harbour, my tranquilizing ocean so fulfilling..
    My majestic man.
    You soothe me in ways that nothing else can..
    You reach me in ways that no one else can..

    ©awfully_quiet

  • awfully_quiet 2w

    There is no reason
    Other than the one
    That there is nothing to let go of.
    Not even the air.
    There is none in between.
    You are way too fucking tightly tied to me.


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  • awfully_quiet 2w

    The day the filters on the thin screen breaks
    And the words in between flow freely
    The day when two vulnerabilities are set free
    To melt into each other
    Two souls turning into a single entity
    The interweaving will not be pretty
    Wounds against wounds from all these years
    Unexplainable depth when they look at each other
    Silently letting out screams
    In the form of tears and caresses.
    The day turning into weeks
    And months
    And years
    Just like that..
    No matter how hard it rains,
    Molten into you,
    Cocooned in your essence
    I'll sleep a lot a better then.

    ©awfully_quiet

  • awfully_quiet 2w

    There is nothing that is more personal to me
    than you.


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  • awfully_quiet 3w

    Like Never Again

    I guess the dancing never stopped
    Like it never does.
    But the music did
    As it is bound to be.
    And I went insane
    Like we always do.
    About playing the perfect song
    When we should've continued to dance.
    But we didn't.
    Like we won't.
    Like never again.
    ©awfully_quiet

  • awfully_quiet 3w

    The way you sit up straight with a deep breath in and you simply want to open the door to find an empty home.
    The kind of empty home that isn't sad
    Or loud.
    Or happy.


    The way you breathe it all in, you realise that you don't understand.
    And you know that nobody does.
    So you ease yourself and you stop explaining.


    You stop waiting for an explanation too because
    Well..you don't understand, so..why wait
    For justifications


    Denying access, taking pride in your conundrum.
    Pride because you know that the empty home is your catharsis
    Oh, among all your other catharses.
    You're kind of a hoarder, aren't you?
    And you take pride in it.


    Places where you aren't so mysterious.
    Places that know you're fairly plain.

    ©awfully_quiet

  • awfully_quiet 4w

    Can we tone down the intensity a bit?
    I think it's safe to say that anybody is capable of some damage and so am I.
    And I am mad at myself for everything.
    I just got tired of not feeling..

    I'm tired of is how everything ends at judgments of us being two pieces of objects.
    "The aesthetics aren't pleasing,
    so pluck them up and pull them apart and make sure..
    That they land so far away from each other that nobody remembers.. nobody knows"

    Fine by me..
    Because I just want peace in the way I feel.
    And all I can do is deal with the pieces
    One at a time.
    If they must be in the way,
    If they have to take it all away
    And have preferences of what suits their aesthetically pleasing demands..then I would love to know about it all
    I'll oblige.
    One at a time.


    ©awfully_quiet